Chapter 817 The Piece of Paper on the Fifth Floor

The scorching sun in June is untimely. The sea has a subtropical monsoon climate with four distinct seasons. The temperature in early June is usually around 22 degrees, but this year is an exception. The pace of time has just entered the candy playground of Children's Day, and the sun starts A baker's dream, as if he wanted to bake the city into a Children's Day candy cake.

The heat caused irritability and bugs. When Liu Tiantian walked to the fifth floor, he thought the floor was invaded by insects.

The fifth floor of the Huayuan Bridge Community Health Center is in disrepair. The floor slumps to the ground when it is cool and dry, and makes lazy groaning and creaking noises whenever someone moves around.

The doctors in the two clinics facing each other at the end of the road could hear it clearly. The sound resonated from the floor of the corridor and the two walls, and was clearer than the doorbell.

The hot flashes made the screams even worse. The nurses and doctors downstairs were reluctant to come up, and no one wanted to listen to the complaints on the floor.

To Muchun, the floor's complaint was a more beautiful sound than the gold coins falling from the game console. It was sweet and heart-warming.

A gust of wind slapped the old glass and passed through the corridor, bringing the first hot breeze in June. A few pieces of paper were sparsely floating in the corridor, but they seemed to be resisting reluctantly like a cat meowing as someone stepped on the floor.

Liu Tiantian walked to the fifth floor holding the gauze he had just taken. Chu Sisi promised to bring Hainan lychees to her. Liu Tiantian had long been salivating for the legendary lychees as big as goose eggs.

"What is this?" Liu Tiantian frowned as he looked at the pieces of paper scattered on the ground.

Mu Chun, who stuck his head out after hearing the sound, looked disappointed and turned to look out the window. The clear blue sky was the color of midsummer and the color of no patients visiting.

"The weather is so hot, who will come to see a doctor?"

"Doctor Mu, this is too much." Liu Tiantian shouted to Mu Chun.

Muchun leaned against the door frame, lazily slumped, raised his head and replied to the air: "Yes, it's too much, how can it get hot so early?"

"What are you talking about? I mean, can the environment on your fifth floor be worse?"

"If the environment is bad, why don't you come here for treatment?"

"Doctor Mu." Liu Tiantian stuffed the gauze on Mu Chun's body and pointed to the floor of the corridor with one hand on his hips and the other, "Dr. Mu, are you listening to me? Please don't sigh to the sky and look at the floor to see if it's okay. , what are those pieces of paper."

"Whatever it is, the piece of paper doesn't turn into a patient."

"Huh? You think the patient is going crazy!"

As soon as Liu Tiantian finished complaining, Mu Chun turned around and rushed out of the clinic, squatting on the ground and picking up a piece of paper.

Apricot paper, blank.

"Dr. Mu, what are you doing? Why don't you get a broom when there is no one to clean? You are also the director of a department, so squatting and picking up garbage like this...isn't appropriate."

Strange, where did these pieces of paper come from?

One after another, it didn't take long before I picked up the pieces of paper on the ground one by one, held them in my hands and walked to the clinic.

Liu Tiantian looked disgusted, curled his lips, and asked tentatively, "Teacher, are you okay?"

"pretty good."

Muchun responded while clearing a clean area on the table, and then neatly laid the papers on the table.

"Doctor Mu, what are you doing?"

"I'm thinking these pieces of paper must be from the same piece of paper."

"It's obviously from the same paper or several pieces of paper, the color is the same, the pencil marks on it are the same, and so on, there's this sharp corner."

Liu Tiantian seemed to have thought of something. He stood next to Mu Chun and looked at the pieces of paper carefully. Mu Chun also felt strange. The edges of these pieces of paper were very neat. It didn't look like they were torn apart casually or cut randomly. After being arranged neatly, he looked at it. The shapes of these pieces of paper are very regular, and they should have been cut with scissors or blades according to certain rules.

"I remembered, this paper looks a bit like a spirit."

"Yan Ling?" Mu Chun frowned, a bad feeling flashing through his heart.

"Well, the Korei game, or Korei legend, is a bit like an urban legend - words are powerful."

"Similar to a curse?" Muchun said.

"Ah, does the teacher know too? Well, for example, if you say something, it will come from it (usually bad things). Don't dare to think about it. You are afraid that something will come from you. It will really happen not long after you say it, and good things will not happen. , bad spirits.”

Muchun: "For example, I hope there will be more patients."

Liu Tiantian smiled bitterly and shook his head, "This doesn't work."

"It's bad for patients."

"It's an outpatient fee for you."

Muchun sighed.

"For example, I hope the lychees Dr. Chu brings today will be sweet and big, bigger than a fist."

Just as he was talking, there was another creaking sound in the corridor.

"Why are you looking at me like this..." Chu Sisi looked at Muchun and Liu Tiantian in surprise. The two of them were looking at themselves with strange eyes. To be precise, they were looking at an unknown place behind them.

A gust of hot wind blew on my body, bringing with it a bit of the chill of the blazing sun.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"No, it's okay. I'm discussing Yanling with Dr. Mu." Liu Tiantian explained, "But it's really about what it is. I just said that I hope the lychees will be big and sweet, and the lychees came."

"Yan Ling? Why are you suddenly talking about Yan Ling? This is a game played by children, right?"

"Game? For children?" Mu Chun asked.

"It's not just children. High school and junior college students seem to like this type of game, but it's hard to say that children mature mentally earlier now."

"Can you play?" Muchun asked again. Chu Sisi shook her head, "I haven't played it, but I tried the Bixian game in college."

"Is it the question-asking game?" Muchun was familiar with this.

"Yes, usually you have to recite the question silently in your mind, and sometimes write it on paper, but...these pieces of paper on the table...it would be terrible if the pen fairy played the game and these pieces of paper were broken into pieces like this."

"This is a piece of paper for the Word Spirit Game," Liu Tiantian picked up one and put it in front of Chu Sisi's eyes. "These sharp corners are cut according to a fixed pattern."

"The game of words and spirits is similar to a curse. You write down your inner thoughts that cannot be told to others, or your wishes," Chu Sisi said.

"But there are no words on it." Liu Tiantian threw down the piece of paper boringly and took the lychee from Chu Sisi's hand, "Teacher, why don't we put these papers away and we can eat lychees if the table is free."

"Wait a minute, if it's the word spirit game you're talking about, it must have something to do with it, right?"

The two girls nodded.

“Without words, there is no power, right?”

"yes."

"Then there must be words."

"Dr. Mu, you haven't seen a patient for a long time. You feel sick just by looking at the piece of paper."

Liu Tiantian pushed Chu Sisi to the outpatient room opposite, leaving Muchun staring at the paper on the table in a daze. At this moment, a small pencil mark on a piece of paper caught his attention.